CHAPTER 9

Between the trembling tree limbs, she peered up. The night sky was pitch-black with a scattering of glittering stars. Starry, brilliant stars… Painful sensations shot through her body, up her arms and legs, down her legs, and back up again, piercing her skull with blinding misery. She clinched her teeth to prevent herself from disappearing as her eyesight began to blur.

Ural was where? She was a royal like him and descended from one of the most pure lines of the first lupus garou. Despite the fact that it was a moonless night, she had the ability to transform into a wolf. Yet in this situation, becoming a wolf wouldn’t help. The shooter, however, wasn’t looking for one. Yes! She might then howl and answer Ural’s cry. Then he would reach out to her and shield her.

She struggled to unbutton even the first button on her jacket since she lacked the necessary strength. She wasn’t even sure she could shapeshift given how frail she was.

The devil was in Ural, where? He had the ability to ins